Clue #7
Final Approach
Clue #6
Petrichor
Clue #5
Come What May
Clue #4
The Bootlegger
The bootlegger rose from a restless repose
In the middle of the night
To mix up a batch of moonshine mash
Under the full moon's light
Climbing the ladder to tend to the matter
And keep an eye on the still
He came to a stop halfway to the top
Of the watchtower on the hill
The night was warm, foreboding a storm
The skies an emerald glower
Clouds portending a cyclone descending
He started back up the tower
But then the spire, all copper and wire,
Was struck with a sickening crack
Throwing off sparks in spiraling arcs
And knocking him flat on his back
In a cosmic whirl, he saw a young girl
Descending through the ether
She soared on strings like waxen wings
But fell to the ground beneath her
And then with the jolt of a thunderbolt
The bootlegger awoke
On the edge of a glade in the morning shade
Of an elm amidst the oak
Rubbing his eyes, he looked to the skies,
And much to his delight
He lay in a patch with nary a scratch
Or a single cloud in sight
As for the girl from the ether world
She was nowhere to be found
Lost in space without a trace
And gone without a sound
The bootlegger rose, brushed off his clothes
And looked out over the pond
All was still as he stepped o'er the hill
And into the back of beyond
Clue #3
Portent
Clue #2
Dead Reckoning
Clue #1
A Message from the Future
Prologue
American Fairytales
